Français
Taking advantage of one of our rare outings from the chateau, we made a quick stop at a supermarket whose name I shan’t reveal. But, to give you a small clue, you should know that the name commences with the letters CO and finishes with RA.
As I have a weakness for fish departments, I hurried over to the counter called: “The tide is beautiful” to check out the latest arrival of oceanic cadavers.
There, two little kids (local pre-adolescents) with a touch of anguish in their voices tried to alert the young salesgirl: “Lady, lady, come quick, there’s a big crab trying to escape from the aquarium!”
The charming young fish monger tried to reassure them: “Don’t worry, he can’t escape. He’ll try and try, but he’ll never succeed!”
At that moment I thought that it was time to intercede and addressing the young salesgirl: “What a horrible image we are giving to these children! We cherish liberty, to which we all have a right, but we refuse it to these poor crabs. How sad!”
“You’re absolutely right sir” replied the salesgirl. “It’s absolutely true that these poor animals are going to die and it makes me very sad. Everyday it’s the same thing, every day when I come to work in this store, my heart bleeds to think about all of these murders to which I am a silent witness. These crabs deserve better. But you can be sure, sir, that one day we will pay for our cowardice!”
At that the fishmonger wiped away a furtive tear and I thought that it was time for me to move on, maybe to go and advocate for the defense of cauliflowers and other rutabagas.